Dear Mr. X,
You really do keep it coming, don’t you. Interpret that as you like. I’ve waited too long to write back, so without further ado, here’s the story of my night on the town with my husband, which turned out to be much different than I had suspected.
My first task was of course to present your game of seduction to my husband. We’ve always talked fairly easily about sex and our fantasies, but it’s most often he who starts the conversation, so this was a small challenge for me (I’m generally most open about sex after the seduction, when we’re naked in bed).
I knew he had a meeting the afternoon of the evening I’d planned for your challenge, so I called him and suggested we meet at a bar around 7:30. I proposed a seedier bar we haven’t been to in years and which is known to have its fair share of prostitutes. Are you sure? he asked twice, but I insisted. I knew that we wouldn’t meet anybody we know there, and actually I love observing prostitutes. In a past life I think I was probably some royal courtesan. And my husband loves any excuse for a cocktail anywhere (and probably wishes we went out more often), so he quickly agreed. His meeting might run later, he said, but he would call as soon as he was finished. Now I knew I had at least taken care of your requirement to enter the bar separately. Continue reading Seduction, neat, with a twist: her response to The Bar Game Experiment
Dear Dirty Masseur X,
You know I do like to be touched. Also, isn’t it every woman’s dream to be painted nude by some attentive master? I just think of the hours – the days! – it would take, and you slowly getting to know my every single curve, and me getting all sleepy and languid and just letting you look forever. But I’m being coy, aren’t I? You’re sitting there awaiting your very official report, and this time I don’t think you’ll be disappointed, sir. I’m letting myself go. Because…well, why not? Continue reading Mister Masseur: her response to The Full Body Massage Experiment
Well you’re certainly getting creative! It’s always the little twist to your dares that makes them difficult (as I’m sure you know). I give my business card out to strangers every day (and now I’m worried/excited to think that I’ve given one to you at some point), but handing it over without explanation was another matter entirely. Not that it wasn’t terribly exciting! The first step, however, was to find some stranger hot enough to entrust with my cute little card (as well as the rest of cute little me!). I had lots of errands to run all over the place today, and as I did I was more aware of other people than I’ve been in a long time. It made me excited to assess their bodies so closely, and then to assess my own body for its reactions to the assessments. There was a lot of assessing going on out there! And my nipples were tingling and taut with the excitement of it all (showing clearly through my dress, I’m sure, so that I felt nearly as naked as I did during your first test). Continue reading Shopping for Sex: her response to The Business Card Experiment
Dear Mr. X,
This challenge actually turned out to be harder than the last one (but then you probably knew that). Letting my tits pop out of my robe for the delivery man somehow just seemed like a game, but there was no wiggle room on this one (and you know I do like to wiggle!). I know my sexual fantasies, of course (long erotic books could be written with dirty illustrations, like a modern day Kama Sutra starring yours truly), but I spent hours nervously debating which of my friends wouldn’t be too shocked by just how slutty I’ve become. Then I thought, screw it, and I called up a friend who I’ll call Mona. She’s a good time girl, cruising through her second divorce, and I figured that she could at least giggle about it with me. Continue reading A café orgy: her response to The Sex Fantasy Experiment
Dear Mr. X,
Bastard! I really didn’t think I could pull this experiment off, and I almost fainted trying. You’re not going easy on me, are you, mister? Ha! I half-wondered whether when the delivery man showed up, it would be you in disguise. Not that this would have been any easier.
I don’t know if I’m surprised or not. I’ve got to figure out what I’m doing.